For the first time in a while, I’ve had pieces published that are longer than 1000 words. One is at Prick of the Spindle. They picked up my essay, “After the Fall,” and it’s now available here.
If you’ve known me a while, you’ll be familiar, perhaps, with my sometimes grittier style. If you think of me as a bit sheltered, or innocent, you may be surprised to learn more of my story. This piece of the tale came out fairly true to the way things felt back then. Back when an invitation to go skydiving appealed in a got-nothing-to-lose way.
Maybe it was essential to see how stupid I could be, back when I was young. Old and stupid I’ve been, too, but more accepting of truth, perhaps. More thankful than before, certainly, for the story and the dancing.
I really enjoyed this essay, you daredevil you. As always, I appreciate your ability to share your story so honestly. It helps.
Deanna,
I was mesmerized , holding my breath, and swirling with you.
We are complicated aren’t we.
Dance away.
Thank you both for reading it and processing with me. :o)
You know already how this story moved me. It felt like you held your finger in the fire here to tell us these several truths. Come to think of it, I felt like my finger was in the fire, too, reading it.
p.s. Thanks for your comment over at Swelterbird. You saw the “Gone Fishin’” sign at Switched at Birth. And I have gone fishing for the summer — just as busy as ever, but fishing in a different pond. Trying an experiment to see if I can actually make measurable money writing! It’s already working a little. Buck calls it (kindly) my “ice cream money.” Please come see me if you don’t mind a little fairly genteel commercialism.